Thursday, April 21, 2011

Harmless

Peter looked at his bulletin board. He smiled as he looked at what he had done to his tormentors. A week ago, they had been jocks; they had picked on him. But he used a strange magical charm he had been given to transform them all. They weren’t jocks anymore--he had used the charm to take that away from them. He also had used it to take their masculinity, their manhood, and whatever little intelligence they had. Now, the guys who had made fun of him spent their airheaded days giggling about clothes and shoes. They were harmless to him now.